Joe_Bates_Saga_________________________________________________________5__
5. Chapter : The Game
Joe drove home from the mall with his latest purchases. He took the
clothes and placed them into the new blue bag. He went to the
bathroom, and selected a large bath towel to take along. He dumped the
sack of drug store items onto the bed. He placed the bath powder, and
the deodorant into a little compartment on the side of the bag. He
looked at the box of panty liners, wondering what he should do with
them. Should he put some of them into the bag? Should he put some
into the purse he started carrying? He did not know if he would need
them, and carrying them around seemed to put more of a permanence to
his situation. He just could not accept that. Everything was just
temporary. It had to be.
Leaving the box lying on the bed, he removed his blouse, and blue
skirt. After struggling out of the pantyhose, he flopped down on the
bed. Sometimes, the situation just overwhelmed him, and he found he
was having one of those times. He looked at the clock radio beside the
bed. It said four thirty. Just one hour till he had to meet Jay
again, this time under much more difficult circumstances.
Again, he doubted if it was a good idea. The health club was, among
other things, somewhat of a "Meat Market." Muscular studs went there to
show off their bodies, and stare at the attractive women working out.
Although Joe appreciated good looking women, he did not go to the club
to ogle women. He did not go to strut his stuff either. Now, he did
not know. He never did consider himself a muscular stud, but this was
completely different. He could not even use the men's locker room.
Under different conditions, the idea of invading the private domain of
the ladies' locker room might perk his interest. Not now. He would
not just be a fly on the wall. He would be going in there to change
his clothes, women's clothes, with other women around, and he would
look like a woman too. Hell, he might actually BE a woman for the rest
of his life. He could not accept that.
Lying there, he felt tired, but decided he better get dressed. He got
up off the bed, and picked up the royal blue jumpsuit he just bought.
He stepped into it, and zipped up the front. He looked at himself in
the dresser mirror. It fit well. It was attractive, and yet did not
place a strong emphasis on his new shape. He liked it immediately.
He went to his old gym bag, and removed his racket from the side. It
seemed too large now. It would have to do, he thought. He looked
through the bag, and found his safety goggles. He put them on, and
they were too large for his smaller features. He threw them back into
the bag in disgust. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He
noticed that happening quite often today. It seemed that he was more
emotional now, or at least, it was much harder to contain his emotions.
Was that part of the change? It was difficult to tell. He knew that
women cried much more easily than men, but he always thought that was
because of differences in the way they were brought up.
Maybe there was a more physical difference, hormones maybe, and now
maybe those things were affecting him. What else would they do to him?
He decided that no matter what he looked like, he was still a man, but
would he still feel the same way next week, or next year? The problem
would be solved before it lasted that long, he decided. He did not
think he could stand to grow old looking like this. There had to be a
way back.
Joe went into the bathroom mirror, and made one last check of his hair,
and general appearance. "Ready to go," he decided.
He took his bag, and racket, and went to his car. It was getting
easier. He had no trouble walking in the new Reeboks, and the jumpsuit
seemed more familiar than the dress he wore last time out. "I can
almost forget about the changes," he thought. Putting the seat belt on
again made him aware of his new body. There was no forgetting it.
"Just as well," he considered. It might really be embarrassing to
forget at the wrong time.
He pulled into the club parking lot. His heart was pounding with fear.
He noticed Jay's car in the lot, and pulled next to it. Jay was
waiting for him. As he got out of his car with his gear, Jay walked
over.
"Hi, Joe. I'm glad to see you made it," Jay said.
"I'm still not sure if this is a good idea, Jay," Joe returned.
"It will be okay, Joe. Where do you get all those sharp clothes?" Jay
asked, honestly.
"Come on, Jay," Joe replied. "You know everything I do now seems to
involve getting different stuff. Nothing fits, and I have more
differences than just being a few inches shorter. If I don't figure a
way out of this, I'll go broke buying all the stuff I need, if I don't
go nuts, first."
"Well, you look really good, if that helps any," Jay said as they
walked up the steps to the entrance to the club.
"I guess that's the problem, isn't it," Joe said, as Jay held the door
for him.
Although both Joe and Jay were regulars at the club, and were known on
sight by the attendant at the counter, Jay sidestepped Joe's possible
identity problem by telling the girl at the counter that Joe was his
guest.
As they arrived at the men's locker room, Joe said, "This is where we
part company, Jay. I'll see you on the court."
Joe walked over to the door to the ladies' locker room. He took a deep
breath, and walked in. As entered, he noticed other women, some of
whom he recognized as regulars to the club.
"Well, it does smell better in here," he thought. His nose, which
seemed more sensitive now, picked up the scent of perfume, and
cosmetics, not the old sweat sock smell of the men's locker room.
Although the layout of the rooms were similar, this one was arranged to
provide more privacy. There were still rows of lockers, with benches
down the center, but the showers were partitioned, and there were some
couches, and vinyl upholstered seats available. "I've moved up-scale,"
Joe thought to himself.
He chose a row with only one young woman seated on the bench, tying her
shoes. Selecting an empty locker, Joe opened his bag. He removed the
capri tights and leotard, and quickly hung them on a hook in the
locker. He slowly unzipped his jumpsuit. Nervously, he looked around.
The girl at the bench paid him no attention. He pulled the suit off
his shoulders, and stepped out. Standing there in his underwear, he
rummaged in the blue bag for the running bra, and exercise brief.
Finding them, he laid them on the bench.
He quickly unhooked the pink bra, and took it off. Feeling vulnerable,
he looked at the running bra. It did not have any hooks, or
adjustments. He had to pull it over his head. It fit snugly, and sort
of pressed his breasts against his chest. He shook his chest, and for
the first time since the change, he did not experience the jiggling he
felt even while wearing the other brassiere. He liked the feeling. It
was almost like before... almost.
He removed his panties, and could feel the cool wetness as the air
circulated around his crotch. He looked down, and saw that the pubic
hair on his mound was matted flat. He reached down and roughed up the
hair, the way he might have scratched his balls yesterday. Again, he
looked over at the woman, but she did not even notice he was there. He
took the stretchy white brief, and pulled it on. It was a good fit,
not tight, but the cotton lycra fabric followed his contours like
second skin.
Looking down at himself, again he felt the first sensations of arousal.
"Lucky me," he thought. "Now I can get a boner, even without clothes
on, in public, and nobody can tell."
He picked up the tights, and put them on. The glistening slickness
felt great. He rubbed his hips and upper legs. He stepped into the
light blue leotard, and pulled it over his shoulders. The light blue
color emphasized his shape and buttocks. His breasts, flattened to his
chest by the sport bra, looked smaller. He took the crop top and
pulled it over his head, thinking that if he got too warm, it could be
removed. He decided to leave the little nylon shorts in his gym bag.
He liked the way he looked and felt in the leotard and tights.
He thought of Jay. "What will he think when he sees me?" he thought.
He was not sure how his friendship might be affected by the change.
"He seems to treat me the same to this point," he thought, "and I
certainly need his help."
He put on the white and pink Reebok socks and shoes, and tied them. He
got up from the bench, and hopped up and down. Since the change, he of
course, felt smaller, but also more flexible. It seemed he could bend
his body easier now than he could ever remember before, even when he
was a small boy. Actually, he considered, he felt great. He took a
towel and his racket, and closed his locker. Walking toward the door,
he passed the sinks, and mirrors. Looking at himself, he brushed his
short hair with his fingers. He thought he looked pretty good, too.
From the locker room, Joe walked to court three, the one they had
reserved. He entered the small door. Jay was already on the court
swatting the ball against the wall. When he saw Joe, his eyes widened.
Joe suddenly felt self conscious with Jay looking at his body, and
crossed his legs, and held his racket in front of his body. He could
feel the blood rush to his face.
"Wow, you are gorgeous, Joe!" Jay exclaimed. "I didn't know you looked
like that."
"Just keep your mind on the game, you horny toad," Joe said. "Don't
forget, it's me in here, and I'm not about to put up with any shit from
you."
"I'm sorry," said Jay, continuing to stare at Joe as he walked to the
corner and bent over to put his towel on the floor. "It's just that...
I knew you looked feminine, but I wasn't ready for this. You...
You're beautiful!"
"Now you have some idea what I'm going through," said Joe. He could
feel that the bottom of the leotards had ridden up on his buttocks. He
grinned at Jay as he pulled them down. "I feel just like you do. I
just look like Debbie Winger."
Jay had the ball. "Ladies first," he said, and tossed the ball to Joe,
grinning.
Unsure of his abilities, but wanting to do well, Joe served with what
he felt was more power than usual. The ball went where he aimed, but
did not have the speed he wanted. "My arms just don't have any
strength," he thought sadly, and felt his small biceps. "I not only
look like a girl, I guess I play like a girl."
Jay easily returned the ball, but, not taking advantage, he hit the
ball back to the wall with an easy lob, which Joe had no trouble
hitting. Joe ran and back handed the ball with all the force he had.
He felt awkward when he ran, since he still was not used to his wider
hips and lower center of gravity. The ball went right to Jay, who
snapped it back with his old familiar speed. The ball ricocheted to
the opposite corner. Joe dove for all he was worth, but he could not
get to the ball. Jay's point. The game progressed in this manner with
Joe getting a point for every two or three scored by Jay.
The game progressed, with Joe getting trounced. As Joe stood at the
back of the court, and prepared to serve. Jay, standing in front, was
bent over, ready to receive the serve. Joe hesitated, looking at Jay,
at his buns and broad shoulders. He studied Jay, checking himself for
signs of arousal, but he found he was not nearly as interested in Jay
as Jay obviously was in him. He saw the bulge in Jay's shorts. He
knew an embarrassing erection when he saw one, but doubted that he had
ever caused one before. Jay saw him staring.
"Sorry Joe," Jay said. "I don't know what's come over me."
"No sweat, buddy," Joe replied, grinning. "I just wish that Woody
would slow you down a little, so I could catch you. Looks like I'm
going to need all the advantage I can get." Seeing male arousal from
the other side for the first time, he realized that no matter how Jay
felt about their friendship, as long as he looked like he did, it would
never be the same as before.
The game continued quickly, with Jay scoring at will, and Joe getting
run all over the court. His light blue leotard was getting dark spots
where the sweat was beginning soak through.
At the end of the third game, and near the end of their hour court
time, Jay came up and held his hand out. Joe took it, and shook the
big hand of his buddy.
"Good game, Jay," Joe said. "You beat the pants off me."
"Considering the pants, you did pretty good," Jay joked.
They picked up their stuff and walked out of the court, toward the
locker rooms. As they passed the exercise machines, Joe could see that
the guys working out were eyeing him as he walked by. He knew that he
probably looked appealing to them, but he just felt tired.
"I'll see you in a few minutes," Jay said, as he walked on toward his
locker room.
Joe entered his locker room. He wiped the sweat from his forehead as
he walked to his locker. There were three women on the benches near
him.
"Looks like you had a tough workout," one of the young women said.
"Yeah, I got beat three times," he said, wishing they would leave.
He opened the locker and removed his gym bag. He pulled the crop top
over his head. He was soaked except for the outline of his bra. He
pulled his arms out of the armholes of the wet leotard. He then
realized he still had his shoes and socks on and sat on the bench. He
removed his shoes and socks, stood up, and pulled the leotard down and
stepped out.
He looked over at the women getting dressed to exercise. He was too
embarrassed to get completely undressed with them there. He fumbled
around, hoping that they would finish and leave.
After a bit the women gathered their things and walked out. Joe
removed his underwear and, taking a bar of soap and a towel which he
held in front of himself, he walked quickly to the showers.
Joe hung up the towel and turned on the shower head. As it warmed, he
adjusted it to a comfortable temperature and stood under the streaming
water. It felt great as it pelted his tired sweaty body. He let the
water stream on his face, holding his hands over his sensitive breasts.
Suddenly, he felt the sting as the water washed some of the mascara
into his eyes. He realized then that he was washing off all the
cosmetics that the lady in the department store applied. Though it had
held up well during his earlier shower, now he had washed it away, or
at least he had messed it up so bad that he would have to wash it all
off. He did not think he could put it back on with the skill of the
saleslady, but it was too late now.
After soaping and rinsing, he took the towel and dried himself quickly.
He wrapped the towel around his body, and walked back to the bench. He
took the towel and quickly dried his hair, and then poked through his
bag looking for his underwear. He found the panties he was wearing
when he arrived, and put them on. The silky nylon again felt
unfamiliar, and he thought to himself that maybe he should get some
underwear more like the cotton lycra sport panty, which was not so
feminine, and also seemed to firm up his soft butt. He slipped into
the pink bra, and quickly put on the jump suit.
Suitably clothed, he took his hair brush and went around the corner to
the sinks and mirrors. He studied his face. Without the makeup and
mascara, he looked much different, a little more familiar, but not
really like he used to. He decided not to try anything here, and
besides, he had not brought anything along anyway. He just brushed his
hair over to one side, making it look as feminine as it could. He went
back and collected his things and placed them into his bag. He noticed
the bath powder, and wondered when he should have used it. He then
took the bag and walked out. It was not nearly as difficult as he had
feared.
Jay was not standing near the men's locker room door, so he walked to
the front alone. He saw him standing at the counter talking to the
girl who staffed the desk. Jay grinned when he saw him, and walked
over to him.
"I asked about your membership," Jay said. "They have no problem with
it, as long as you have identification."
Joe's face turned beet red. "You told her about my problem?" he said
quietly turning away from the young lady, who knew him as a man, and
was looking at him with curiosity.
"Well, Joe," Jay answered, "I don't know how to help you without
talking to people about your situation, and besides, there will be no
way to hide from it. You might as well get used to it."
"No!" Joe insisted. "I won't get used to it. This is only temporary
until I can figure a way out of this situation. I'm sure that doctors
will be able to help. For God's sake, they can do sex change
operations on men to make them women, they ought to be able to make me
look like a male again." Joe was visibly shaken, and almost to tears.
The girl called to him, "Joe, come over here, please. Let me talk with
you." She had a friendly smile.
Joe walked over to the counter. "I don't know what's happened to me,
but I'm sure it's only temporary," he said quickly.
"Whatever has happened, I'm sure we can help you," she said, reaching
across the counter, and taking Joe's hand. "If there is any way I can
help, or if you have any questions which I might be able to help you
with, don't be afraid to ask. My name is Judy."
"She's treating me like I'm really a girl," Joe thought, pulling his
hand away in embarrassment.
"I really appreciate your concern, but I don't think you can help me
much, Judy," Joe said. "I think it will take a doctor to get me back
to normal."
"Well, don't be afraid to come in here, or call me at home if you want.
I work from five to ten every evening except Sunday. I'll let you in
here ... with or without Jay," Judy said smiling knowingly.
"Thanks, Judy," Joe said, and walked toward the door.
Jay followed him out, and when they were outside, walking toward their
cars, Jay looked at Joe.
"Joe, I'll help you in every way I can, but you will have to trust me,"
Jay said. "I won't do anything to embarrass you if it is possible, but
I think your problem is going to be difficult, and you're going to have
to get over your embarrassment. Damn it, Joe, it just might be
possible that you will have to remain as you are. Would that be so
bad? You are a GOOD looking woman."
"I'm NOT a woman!" Joe almost shouted. He looked around the parking
lot, and hoped no one heard his outburst. "I'm a man, and I will
always be a man."
"Well, mister, you have the nicest ass I've ever seen," Jay said
sarcastically, but grinning, "on a MAN that is. Just in case you were
wondering how you looked."
"I'll call my friend at the forensic lab tomorrow morning," Jay said,
suddenly getting serious again. "Maybe he'll see you tomorrow even if
it is Saturday."
"Thanks, Jay," Joe said quietly. "I'm sorry I snapped at you. I just
don't know how to handle this sometimes."
"That's okay buddy," Jay said, patting Joe on the back, and squeezing
his soft shoulder. "You're doing such a good job that sometimes I just
forget that you're really a guy. You look so much like a woman, and
are doing a pretty good job of acting like one. I just forget that you
aren't one."
"I have to meet Linda tonight," Joe said as he remembered. "I have to
tell her about this myself."
"Well, I don't envy your relationship with Linda," Jay said. "I'll
call you tomorrow morning."
"Thanks for everything, Jay," Joe said. He took Jay's hand and
squeezed it in his small one.
Joe opened his car, threw his bag in the back, and slid into the seat.
He decided to go get Linda wearing the jumpsuit. He had an hour to go
until the time he told her, and he felt most comfortable dressed like
he was.